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I forgot to include John Scalzi in my Hugo congratulations! And of course I'm extremely proud of him too; it's just that Scalzi has had such a steady stream of good news to kvell over lately that another Hugo nomination almost gets lost in the flood. But congratulations, bubbeleh; it's well deserved.
And happy birthday week to Jed! Long may you celebrate.
Meanwhile on the homefront, Jeremiah is sick with a stomach flu, poor little guy. He did the up-all-night-puking thing on Tuesday, then spent most of yesterday sleeping off a fever. I knew he was truly sick when he turned down ice cream. We suggested Children's Tylenol to bring down the fever, but he declined it, which was probably a good choice; he was running hot but not scary-hot, just enough to make him doze in bed a lot. As Pär put it: Nature's way of making sure he doesn't spend all day playing Warcraft. He's incredibly sweet when he's sick, except for the puke breath.
I'm hoping he'll be well enough to return to school tomorrow, in time to perform in his school play. It's a Western play, called "Stagecoach" (probably not based on the John Wayne/Claire Trevor movie about murderers, prostitutes, drunkards and thieves, though that would surely make for a lively kindergarden show). J's been practicing his favorite line for weeks: "Giddyup, you ornery critters!" It's hilarious to hear a six year old channel Gabby Hayes.
And happy birthday week to Jed! Long may you celebrate.
Meanwhile on the homefront, Jeremiah is sick with a stomach flu, poor little guy. He did the up-all-night-puking thing on Tuesday, then spent most of yesterday sleeping off a fever. I knew he was truly sick when he turned down ice cream. We suggested Children's Tylenol to bring down the fever, but he declined it, which was probably a good choice; he was running hot but not scary-hot, just enough to make him doze in bed a lot. As Pär put it: Nature's way of making sure he doesn't spend all day playing Warcraft. He's incredibly sweet when he's sick, except for the puke breath.
I'm hoping he'll be well enough to return to school tomorrow, in time to perform in his school play. It's a Western play, called "Stagecoach" (probably not based on the John Wayne/Claire Trevor movie about murderers, prostitutes, drunkards and thieves, though that would surely make for a lively kindergarden show). J's been practicing his favorite line for weeks: "Giddyup, you ornery critters!" It's hilarious to hear a six year old channel Gabby Hayes.